Wednesday, October 28, 2009

"They are much to be pitied who have not been given a taste for nature early in life."---Jane Austen

I have a certain unhappiness, somewhat like Austen's, when I meet someone disinterested in the beautiful Creation God has provided for us. God has given us everything from soft, tendrilling roses to the harsh grandeur of lightning on mountains, and to be wholly unaware---or careless---of such snatches of beauty is pitiable indeed. God did not separate nature simply to the brief chapters of Genesis: his Word is full of it. Psalms is abundant with allegories of humans and eagles, the earth clapping its hands, and hills bowing low to God's glory. Song of Songs speaks of lovers in lush beds of flowers; God contends with Job when he asks Job if he made this wild world and every creature on it. Ruth gleans in shining harvest fields; the Israelites go through parallel worlds of both harsh desert and verdant land. God shows himself continually through his creation, both in the Bible, and today. I challenge those locked up behind computer desks to take a breath now and then of the breeze, and to write about the season's changing. We have not experienced fully until we experience this majestic glory of creation.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

An autumn moon, like fresh-shucked cornThe chin of an October mornThe footsteps of the gentle rain:And leaves across the window frame.A tabby cat with eyes of goldThe pumpkin and its top of moldA single, solitary stainOf raindrops on the window frame.The open mouth of summer brooksThat linger, with a backward lookAs if to say, "The winsome grainsHave rotted in the autumn rains."The thin black caw of cobalt crowsA whisper of the coming snowsRed maples bent across the lane:And footsteps of the gentle rain.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

When the world in solemn stillness lies,And the moon in silence, frownsAnd the sad, dark windOn the lonesome bendLips the river's frothy gownWhen the brow of the hill is as brass as the bellThat hangs in the cornered dale:We will lift our heads, and breathe a prayerA prayer of the autumn pale.

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I am a poet who seeks to glorify God in all I do. I want to reclaim the beautiful symphony of rhyming poetry and fill you with the peace and purity of Christ's creation. If you enjoyed my blog, please leave a comment---or even better, follow me! My two blogs, www.smileymorning.blogspot.com and www.howfaintthewhisper.blogspot.com are full of my love for creation, poetry, and joy. Check them out! Smiles, August (: